Paper bugs hide in your shoes.
Lightning shadows flicker damp.
Forget yearning of a thousand years.
Pressure exists on the vein.
Cutthroat to the heart.
Fire little bright.
Show us your skin.
Lightning shadows flicker damp.
Forget yearning of a thousand years.
Pressure exists on the vein.
Cutthroat to the heart.
Fire little bright.
Show us your skin.
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